Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.